[Rocket grits his teeth in a snarl and fires off a shot aimed straight for the base of the neck. The resulting blast doesn't quite decapitate it, but it's enough that the two aliens and the boat get soaked in a nice layer of gore for their troubles.
But it's fine. When the death writhing stops and the serpent falls back into the water, it produces a wave that attempts to wash away most of it. The boat, mercifully, stays upright, but whether that's better or worse than being covered in serpent gore, soaking wet, and sitting in a boat now full of displaced river life, some of which seem to be very drawn to the blood and viscera, remains to be seen.
Rocket, caked in blood, soaked to the bone and currently boasting some sort of crab-like creature latched onto his tail, looks less than enthused about these circumstances. He huffs once and the,n with a slow nod of acceptance, declares:]
[ well, this is... something. he's even more thankful that the Natha orbiters did something to him to make him able to tolerate levo proteins, otherwise, he might just be having an allergic reaction right now.
and sadly, there was nothing badass about dying from the guts of an alien exploding all over you. it was just an embarrassing way to go. so, maybe he's a little more enthusiastic. ]
I've had worse days.
[ he says as a fish squirms in his carapace, and he tries to reach around to throw it back into the water. ]
[Rocket snatches the crab off his tail, which tries to cling, but after a brief struggle, he manages to liberate it with only a few tails lost in the process.]
Maybe we can get back to shore without further incident. You think?
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But it's fine. When the death writhing stops and the serpent falls back into the water, it produces a wave that attempts to wash away most of it. The boat, mercifully, stays upright, but whether that's better or worse than being covered in serpent gore, soaking wet, and sitting in a boat now full of displaced river life, some of which seem to be very drawn to the blood and viscera, remains to be seen.
Rocket, caked in blood, soaked to the bone and currently boasting some sort of crab-like creature latched onto his tail, looks less than enthused about these circumstances. He huffs once and the,n with a slow nod of acceptance, declares:]
Whatever. Still badass.
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and sadly, there was nothing badass about dying from the guts of an alien exploding all over you. it was just an embarrassing way to go. so, maybe he's a little more enthusiastic. ]
I've had worse days.
[ he says as a fish squirms in his carapace, and he tries to reach around to throw it back into the water. ]
It was pretty badass.
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Maybe we can get back to shore without further incident. You think?
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[ he can't help but look a little apologetic. ]
But I like to expect the worse, and then be pleasantly surprised when something actually works out.
[ it's saved him from getting too disappointed. ]